by Lilly Hale
Elise shuddered as the woman threw her head back and cried out then lowered her shoulders, lifting her rear, opening herself for both cocks. Oh, God, this was so raw and nasty, but she was incredibly turned on. What would it be like to be filled so completely by two men? She’d thought about it before, was intrigued and titillated, but never seriously considered it. It was just a naughty fantasy. Now, she was picturing herself with Rad and Trey and the mental image nearly made her climax.
“Mmm, sweetness, you like that, don’t you? I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”
“Oh, Rad…please.”
“Please what?” One of his hands moved around behind her, lifting the back of her skirts. “Do you want my cock inside you now? Do you want me to fuck you while you watch her get fucked by two men?” She could feel him opening his trousers, feel the long, hard ridge of his erection press like a hot brand against her buttocks. “Are you imagining yourself being filled by two cocks, Elise? One in your cunt and one in your tight bottom?” When he rocked his hips against her, she pressed back with her own. She was wild with need, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her, her body intensely tuned to the hardness of Rad’s body against hers, his voice in her ear.
“Yes! Please, Rad!” Elise reached behind her and found his cock. He groaned when she wrapped her fingers around him. He felt huge within her grip, rock hard, and she shuddered in hungry anticipation. “Please, fuck me.”
“I will, sweetness. I will.” He shifted, his arm tightened to pull her hips back, and in the next instant he was inside her, his hot, thick shaft filling her grasping channel. He lunged upward, stretching her deliciously as he sank in to the hilt. The sensation left her trembling and she clenched around him with a sob.
“Ah, God, Elise,” he rasped against her neck. “You’re so tight, so perfect.” His fingers bit into her hips. “Tilt your hips back and spread your legs for me…yes, that’s it. Jesus!”
He shafted into her deep and hard then, each plunge lifting her up onto her toes, the force of his strokes bringing her to the brink of orgasm almost immediately, and she cried out, twisting and writhing, grinding back against him.
“Come on, darlin’…that’s it… I want you to come for me now.” Rad found her clitoris again, this time giving it a few soft, wet swats with his fingers as he tunneled his cock into her. She plummeted over the edge, arching and quaking in his arms, sobbing his name. “Fuck, yes! That’s it, sweetie, squeeze me. Come all over my cock.” Then he lifted her up, turned them both around so they faced the low table behind them. Without pulling his shaft from her still spasming body, he lowered her onto her knees, pressing her face down over the table.
“God, you have the most beautiful ass.” He laid a smack on each of her buttocks, then he fucked her hard, relentlessly, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hips as his pelvis slapped loudly against her bottom. It was a raw, wild fuck and Elise loved it.
The orgasmic shudders spiked again and she screamed with the force of the returning climax, bucking against him, clawing at the table top beneath her. Within a few strokes, Rad followed, his big body tensing behind her, his harsh groan expanding into a shout of release. He withdrew, his cock sliding between her buttocks, her name gushing from his lips as his warm seed splashed on her ass then traced slowly down the cleft to her pussy.
Rad collapsed back on his knees and pulled her back against him, hugging her tight. She reached back with one hand and cradled his head, her fingers sliding through his damp hair. A laugh of sexual euphoria bubbled out of her. “My God, Rad, that was… wow!”
He murmured an agreement, his breath still heavy against her ear. “Elise, you’re perfect for me. Perfect for us.”
Elise turned in his embrace and slid both arms around his neck. “For you and Trey? Rad, are you telling me that you both want me?” His gaze became intense. “At the same time? As in you want to share me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my,” Elise breathed, hardly able to believe what he was saying was true. “And Trey wants this as well?” Rad nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips. Elise shivered then smiled and tucked her head against his neck. “I guess that makes me a very lucky woman.”
Chapter Thirteen
Elise stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, staring in amazement at the fairy-tale princess gaping back at her. She was getting used to living in this body, but her reflection still sometimes caught her by surprise. The light of the setting sun that flowed through the lace-covered window panes made the deep peacock-blue fabric of her ball gown glisten with soft silver highlights. When she moved, waves of silver danced up and down the folds of her skirt like the Aurora Borealis in the night sky. Her long, dark hair was pulled back and held in a diamond-sprinkled net, while more small diamonds sparkled at her ears and throat, all borrowed adornments from Rachael, for Elizabeth's jewelry had been sold to pay off Cottonwood's debt.
"Oh, Elise, you look so lovely," Rachael exclaimed, her mounting excitement evident in her voice.
Elise turned to the young woman who'd just stepped through the door. Rachael was decked out in a gown of goldenrod-colored satin damask, its enormous skirt flaring bell-like from her tiny waist. "So do you, Rachael. Absolutely beautiful."
Rachael beamed. "Are you ready? I think Trey and Rad are waiting for us downstairs."
"As ready as I'll ever be. I have to admit, though, I'm really nervous. What if I forget something and-"
"You won't. And even if you do, I imagine most of the eligible men will be too blinded by your beauty to notice." Taking Elise by the hand, she escorted her out the door and downstairs. "Just relax and you'll be fine. Don't worry."
Elise wouldn’t have been so worried had she been more diligent with her studies the past few days, but she’d been highly distracted, to say the least. When two gorgeous men tell you that they both want you and are willing to share, then proceed to tempt you at every turn, it tends to make a girl forget her etiquette studies in favor of more hedonistic pursuits.
After the evening at the pleasure house with Rad, he’d made two midnight visits to her room, each time leaving her completely spent and a little shocked at how much she got off on things she’d never expected to enjoy. Rad was definitely an adventurous lover and pushed her boundaries. Besides the whole kinky spanking thing, he also introduced her to some bondage by tying her arms and legs to the bed with silk ties and having his wicked, wicked way with her. Trey had been out of town one night for a business meeting, but made up for it the next. He’d fucked her so thoroughly and so hard, she had a sore spot on her head from bumping the headboard numerous times. She’d had more sex in the past few days than she’d had in a month’s time with Bruce.
Bruce? Bruce who?
Elise was so happy in her new life, she couldn’t imagine ever going back to the old one. The longer she stayed, the more she believed it was permanent. It was meant to be. Trey and Rad still believed her change was caused by a brain injury and they were hopeful it would last, but she knew it still preyed on their minds. Both had been very careful not to come inside her when they made love, always pulling out at the last second. She understood. They didn’t want to risk a pregnancy if Elizabeth could ever return. Rad had told her he knew where he could procure a sponge-type contraceptive device, so they wouldn’t have to rely on the withdrawal method alone. The thought that they couldn’t have children together until Elizabeth’s specter was banished for good made Elise sad. She did want children someday.
She wished she could tell them the truth about how she came to be there, about her life in the twenty-first century. It felt wrong to hide so much of her true self from the two of them when she wanted to give them everything, all of her. Someday she would. Hopefully, they would know her well enough by then and trust her enough to listen to her story without concluding she was insane.
Rachael and Elise went downstairs and met Oliver in the front hall. Elise could see without a doubt that the young servant was smitten
with Rachael. His dark blue eyes gleamed with yearning, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat as Rachael pirouetted before him.
"Well, Oliver, do you think this was worth all those long trips to the dressmaker?" Rachael asked coquettishly.
"Worth ev-every minute, Miss Rachael," Oliver stammered. He tore his eyes from the object of his infatuation and nodded politely at Elise. "You’re lookin’ lovely as well, Miss McBride."
"Thank you, Oliver."
They entered the drawing room where the Kingston brothers awaited them. Rad was in the corner downing a glass of wine, and Trey leaned casually near the fireplace, checking the time on his pocket watch with that of the clock nearby. Elise's breath caught in her throat at the sight of them. They were both garbed in crisp black suits with a cutaway jacket and tails. Trey’s vest was a silver-grey, while Rad’s more of a muted gold that matched his lighter hair. Trey’s dark hair was brushed back off his forehead, giving him a sleek, stylish GQ look that made Elise’s heart thump a bit faster in her chest. Both of them were stunning, utterly gorgeous. She felt herself blushing and struggled to compose herself.
When they turned to her, she knew they were just as profoundly affected by her appearance. For a split second, they froze. Rad’s throat worked convulsively as he struggled to swallow the wine in his mouth, while Trey missed his pocket twice trying to put away his watch. Elise knew a moment of pure joy at the pride and desire that registered on their faces as their warm gazes caressed the length of her.
Trey cleared his throat. "Rachael, Elise." His voice held just the slightest bit of huskiness as he said her name. "The two of you look beautiful. Don't they, Rad?"
"Exquisite," Rad agreed as he crossed the room. He bent gallantly over his sister's gloved hand while she giggled, then he turned to Elise, paused and gave her a smoldering smile. "You'll break more than a few hearts tonight."
Noting that Rachael had moved away from them to check the back of her gown one more time in a full-length wall mirror, Elise returned Rad’s heated look with one of her own. "Because I’ll only have eyes for two very sexy men," she whispered.
He gave her that crooked grin then turned to his sister. "Well, shall we go then? I believe Albert has had the coach brought around." Nodding eagerly, Rachael took his arm, and they left the room.
Trey approached Elise and held out his arm. “You look devastatingly beautiful in that gown,” he said in a low voice. “But I’m more interested in what’s underneath.”
“Besides my corset and stockings, there’s nothing underneath, because I know you prefer it that way.”
A low purr rumbled from his throat and he smiled wolfishly. “Vixen.”
They travelled the short distance to the Vanderbilt mansion listening to Rachael’s frenetic chattering about what her girlfriends planned to wear that evening. Elise shifted restlessly under the gazes of her men, imagining what they would be doing if their sister wasn’t present. When they arrived, they were greeted in the massive front hall by a regally garbed middle-aged couple, whom Elise was to find out shortly was none other than Sophia and Cornelius Vanderbilt themselves. Mrs. Vanderbilt seemed a pleasant, unassuming woman, a bit out of place in the surrounding grandeur, while her husband, the ‘Commodore,’ a tall, imposing man with a thick shock of iron-grey hair and features as bold as his manner, carried with ease his role as king in America's version of aristocracy.
"Ah, Kingston! I see you've pulled yourself away from your offices long enough to attend our get-together," he said in a rowdy voice that led Elise to believe he wasn't as cultured as he appeared.
Trey smiled and shook the older man's hand. "Some of us still have to work for a living."
The Commodore laughed. "That's what I like about you, boy! You're sittin' on a fortune, but you haven't lost your gumption." He leaned forward familiarly. "You still tryin' to figure out a way to make a profit on those steel mills of yours? Heard you're hookin' up with some furin' fellow that claims to have finally figured it out."
Trey just grinned. "And I've heard you've got your eye on railroads now. Thinking of giving up the steamships and becoming a landlubber?"
Vanderbilt clapped him on the back and laughed some more. "That's the way, son. Like I always say, `Never tell nobody what yer goin' to do till you do it.'"
Trey brought Elise forward. "Commodore, may I introduce a good friend of the family who's recently moved here from Savannah, Miss Elise McBride."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss McBride," Vanderbilt said with a smile.
"And yours, sir," Elise replied. "I'm delighted to be here this evening."
"See if you can't lighten this fellow up some tonight, will you?" He nodded sternly at Trey. "Too blame serious for his own good."
"I'll certainly try." Elise gave Trey a sidelong glance and smiled.
They made their way to the room adjoining the ballroom where refreshments were being served. Long banquet tables draped with snow-white damask lined each wall. Laden with colorful arrangements of fresh hothouse flowers, glistening ice sculptures and tray upon silver tray of dainty sandwiches, savory filled pastries, chilled shrimp and innumerable other hors d’oeuvres, they presented a feast for the eye as well as the palate. Elise had never seen such a sumptuous display of culinary and visual delights, but then she’d never attended a society ball.
“Mr. Vanderbilt is an interesting man,” Elise commented, a bit surprised at their host’s gruff manner and unrefined way of speaking. “He seems to like you.”
Grabbing two crystal flutes of champagne from a passing waiter, Trey handed her one before he answered. "I wouldn't exactly say he likes me, Elise, just as I don't particularly care for him. We do business together occasionally, is all." He took a sip of his drink and smiled at a passing acquaintance. "If what I've heard is true and the Commodore is indeed eyeing the railroad as a potential investment, he no doubt has a keen interest in the advancements being made in steel processing. In fact, if he knew what Mr. Bessemer and I know, he'd try to steal the patent for the process right out from under us."
Rachael joined them. She was alone, Rad having been waylaid by a gaggle of tittering females. When Elise caught his gaze, he shrugged his shoulders and gave her a sheepish smile. No doubt about it, the man was a chick magnet.
"Isn't this simply the grandest spectacle ever?" Rachael exclaimed breathlessly, taking in the magnificence with eager eyes. "Trey, I'd like a carved ice swan just like that one over there at my party next month." She nodded toward the glistening sculpture on the punch table. "And flowers, white roses, I think, mounds and mounds of them!"
"I think that can be arranged," Trey answered.
"Oh, Trey, you're such a dear!" Rachael gushed and turned to Elise. "Didn't I tell you he was a dear? The best brother in the entire world!"
Trey lifted one dark eyebrow skeptically and turned to Elise for confirmation, so she smiled sweetly and agreed. "It's true. Rachael just goes on and on about your sterling qualities."
"Mm, I'll bet."
"So suspicious!" Rachael scolded and tapped him on the arm with her fan. "For goodness sake, I simply paid you a compliment. Just accept graciously."
"Yes, Trey, don't be so paranoid," Elise added with a laugh and was delighted to see him grin at the good-natured kidding. If they'd been alone, she would have been hard-pressed not to kiss him, among other things.
"Oh, here, Elise," Rachael said thrusting a small folded card with a tiny pencil attached into her hand. "I picked up a dance card for you. You do remember how these are to be used, don't you?" Elise nodded, but Rachael went on anyway. "We will be approached before the music begins by gentlemen who'll request a dance. Just fill in their names in the appropriate space."
While Rachael rambled on about the types of dances listed on the card, Elise glanced at Trey, noticing the tightness in his expression and the way he leaned just a bit more heavily on his black lacquered walking stick. He wouldn’t be joining her in any of the dances, thanks to Elizabeth. The
thought made her realize just how much pain Trey had to put behind him in order to love the woman she was now. Her eyes misting a bit, Elise sidled closer to him so her skirts hid her movement as she took his hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. When he raised his gaze to hers, she gave him a look that promised he would have a place on her dance card later that night. The tension in his face eased and he escorted them to the ballroom.
Within minutes, Rachael and Elise were approached by eager young men requesting dances, and their cards were soon filled. Elise found little pleasure in the attention, for there were only two men she had any desire to dance with that evening. The waltzes and polkas that followed melded into a blur for Elise. She managed to keep up her end of the polite small talk her ardent partners engaged in, but she was distracted keeping track of the Kingston brothers. Rad was in heavy demand, of course, so she could only smile at him as they whirled past each other on the dance floor. Trey was across the room conversing politely with a sober-faced matron who appeared ready to pop her stays. Elise caught his eye and he gave her an adorable ‘help me, please’ look that made her want to rescue him.
“Er...Miss McBride?”
The pressing tone of her current partner’s voice catching her attention at last, Elise looked up to see him studying her with polite concern. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr.-”
“Chesterfield. Louis Chesterfield,” the swarthy young man filled in, obviously put out that she’d forgotten. “From the Boston Chesterfields.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Elise replied apologetically, as if she would know ‘the Boston Chesterfields’ from Boston baked beans. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
With a small sigh of impatience, Louis Chesterfield repeated, “I said, you’re looking somewhat flushed. Would you like to step outside for a moment for some fresh air?”
Perfect timing. Now she could beg off the rest of that waltz and find Trey, who’d disappeared in the crush of people near the doorway. “Why yes, I think I would. If you’re sure you don’t mind,” Elise answered gratefully.